I am Short, Fat, and Old

And I am also a badass.

Photo by Malicki M Beser on Unsplash

I don’t know why I’m dangerous and always have been. I just am. I halfway dare anyone to attack me; so they don’t. I’m always ready for a fight against someone who wants to hurt me or mine, or who threatens a helpless person. I’m constantly aware of my surroundings and if not looking for trouble, at least expecting it.

I’m not as rowdy as I once was. I’d only fight now for my life or someone else’s, but baby, I’d fight. As a kid, I’d get called to the principal’s office at school for fighting, and sometimes in elementary school I’d fight mean boys, instead of other girls. In high school, I beat up a girl after she spit on me and called me a name. She was supposedly one of those nasty mean girls.

Her mother took her to the principal’s office to show him what I’d done to her poor baby. I got disciplined, but it was worth it. She never called me a vile name or spit on me again. The principal fought a smile when he handed out my discipline. I guess he didn’t like her sassy little ass, either.

I think some people are just born to be warriors. I must have been one in my last life or something like that, because I’ve never been afraid of another human. Funny thing is, I’m timid verbally when I meet new people socially, and I’m mostly introverted. But I won’t be scared by a person unless they…